My work is not done.

Pierce still wears a diaper to bed. All of his sisters except Charlotte regularly pitch in and put his (cloth) diaper on. Tonight, Sterling offered to help Pierce get ready for bed. Sterling headed to the place that I keep pull-ups reserved specifically for co-op. He grabbed one. I reminded Sterling that those are NOT what Pierce wears to bed. He asked me what Pierce wears, then. I stared at him.

Really? Same routine for all of Pierce’s life, at the very least, the same thing we’ve done for the eight months since Pierce stopped wearing diapers during the day. I pointed him to the diaper shelf… in another room entirely.

He came back with a newborn diaper. Uh… no. Try again. He came back with just a diaper cover. Still, no. Charlotte headed to tell him which diapers Pierce wears to bed. Let’s be fair here, though: 80% of the diapers on the shelf are the ones he wears. Sterling was totally set up for success. And yet. His three year old sister had to show him.

When I told Sterling he really ought to pay more attention, he told me it wasn’t his fault. “The girls play with dolls and stuff. They know how to do this because of that.” Yeah, sure.

I have a lot more work to do before his future wife thanks me for teaching him how to be helpful with the baby. He’s been sharing under the radar, it would seem.

After he put the correct diaper on Pierce, with an extra liner for whatever reason, he headed to brush his teeth… and I tightened the snaps on the diaper that failed to cover Pierce’s hiney and was headed for his knees instead.

Nope, my work is not done.